in a desert is me, a deserted grain of gold amidst an agglomeration of sand forming igloos with loos open wide to swallow me whole
is it my fault I shine different?
in a tissue is me, a strange cell of cone amidst a horde of cells forming cysts with canker lying within to corrupt me through
am I flawed for seeing different?
in an orchard is me, a vermilion bud of rose amidst a swarm of whites wounding thorns with venom sizzling inside to bleach my red
who knew sins were in ranks and didn't tell?
in a lightning bolt is me, a lone pair of electrons amidst a shell of bonds generating forces of attraction disturbing balance to neutralize my affinity
everything is supposed to match an opposite?
in space is me, a unique spore of light amidst a constellation of stars pulling novas of neutrons fattening themselves to overshine my queerness
why?
because i'm special afterall
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PoesíaA poisonous pool pertubatively plenteous and packed with programs in which Christopher, this poriferous punk provokes with pleasure, pines in pain and ponders with poetry, 2019 Watty Winner. Featured on Wattpad's official Poetry; Random.
